- cifra
Bruises keep me moving
Abused by your precious pressures
Hopelessly hopeful, romantically numb
Way too close for closure to come
Around and round we go
With the rise and fall of your vertigo
Spinning out of control
Forever maybe only made in our dreams
Minimize my movements
Amused by your grand illusions
No love and no hate, just phantom pains
Too soon, too late to amputate
Around and round we go
With the rise and fall of your vertigo
Spinning out of control
Forever maybe only made in our dreams
Hesitating hearts starving
To start falling apart
Around and round we go
With the rise and fall of your vertigo
Spinning out of control
Forever maybe only made in our dreams
